Exit Thread

[Clownpiece]

That’s just how it is, isn’t it?
A voice, even-toned, calm, familiar. His own voice, but not spoken from his lips.

That’s how it always is.
Hints of accusation crept into it. Glaring, seamless white faded away, replaced by the less obnoxious marble of the temple, slightly obscured from a veil of mist covering his eyes. The building where this had all begun. Teucer floated in front of the beaten body of the monster, a disapproving look on his face. Somewhere in that look, some level of disgust must have been hiding, Somerled thought. That last battle hadn’t gone so well for him.

Just like square one, his body refused to move. Whether this was because of the fucking tree that’d he’d been hit with smashing all his bones to dust, or the fact this his entire skull had been rent in twain didn’t really matter all that much. All that mattered was that he was here, barely hanging onto life from Teucer’s power.

Every time, you run in like that.

I appreciate the effort Hero

The two voices spoke at the same time, both perfectly clear to the dying monster, neither overshadowing the other. One accusatory in tone, the other more sullen. Both very obviously pointing out the fact that he had failed. Failed to maintain his sanity, failed to climb out of the pit, failed to gather any relics, failed to so much as fight the fucking magician. And now, he was going to die without even witnessing Teucer’s mending. Back to square one, no new information on his own split.

Overestimating your strength, pissing everyone off.

but I guess you weren't the one destined to save me.

Even more accusation. This was something he learned about long ago, yet he kept on making the same mistake. Becoming a target of the Black Knight, when he was convinced no one could track him down. Challenging the Magician who had split him, when he thought no one could beat him. Drawing the ire of the Council, who he thought wouldn’t be able to touch him. Angering the God of Squirrels, when he thought himself unkillable. Was it any surprise he kept ending up dead or hunted when he pissed off absolutely everyone he met?

You’re a monster, not a force of nature. Stop being so damn arrogant.
Each word was enunciated separately and powerfully, drowning out everything Teucer had been saying. Every pause served to pound the message into his head. With those words rattling through his mind, the storm spirit never noticed the rainbow globe enter his body, nor the ground opening up below him. The white that engulfed him never fully registered for him.

Before you go, this is mine!

A new voice entered his head, shrill and raspy. Everything that was left of the monster, all the injuries, the torn and shattered flesh, blood, and bone, fell away into mist.